Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.